Chapter Eleven
Rabia
Rabia jogged up the irregular staircase, vaulted herself up out of the airlock, and slapped her hand on the screen at the guard station. The guards on duty didn’t even glance over at her. A group of men were signing out at the opposite desk, heading into Barnacle Town for a night of rabble-rousing and procuring all those things the corporation didn’t provide for them. Rabia had always assumed that the corporation had seen the need for this and that was why Barnacle Town was there. The cities on Luna and Mars were built as cooperative ventures between many corporations, and noncorporate people had filled the space under the domes around the corporate buildings. People needed to get out of the boss’s sight now and then; it was a basic human need. Only on a space statio
